Man.

Powerless yell,
In a distinctive hell.
A godless people,
On a godly steeple.
Burned down temples.
In a forest already turned to ash;
These are the examples.
These are the truth under which man lives.
In a land where everyone takes,
While no one gives.
These morals they will sustain,
But one day,
It will rain.
Everything will turn to rust.
And man will have no one to trust.
It will disappear.
And no man will have their cheer.
What will they do then?
A world full of cowardly men.
Men too full of themselves to listen to the brave.
The brave are much too different.
This will put them to their grave.
Man's unwillingness to listen.
As if they've all been unchristened.

Sorry, Mom.

I'm sorry I can't be the person you want me to be, mom.
I'm sorry that you have such low expectations of men.
I'm sorry you would like me to hold my tongue sometimes.
You call it one thing,
I call it lying.
Whether you're hiding it, or giving it a new name,
It's a lie just the same.

I'm sorry I'm not the perfect son,
I'm sorry that you can't see me for who I am.
Instead of the monster you created.
You think it's one thing,
I think it's hurtful.
Whether you're hiding it, or calling it a metaphor
It still makes me hurt more.

I'm sorry you think you've sheltered me too much.
I'm sorry you think I can't see if someone is trying to offend me or not.
I'm sorry that I miss social cues
You call it one thing,
I disagree.
Whether you're hiding it, or making it blatantly obvious,
There's no reason to be vicious.

I'm sorry that you can't see the world as you did before.
I'm sorry that you think everyone is horrible.
I'm sorry you've lost faith in the general public.
You call it one thing,
I call it cynicism.
Whether you hide it from us, or keep it to yourself,
I won't ever put them on the same shelf.

Ambiguous Ascenders.

I'm a soldier looking down the end of a barrel.

I'm not the one holding the weapon.

But I know who they are.

Someone we were supposed to always trust.

No one ever expects to be murdered by our own fathers.

I am no exception.

Betrayed by those closest. 

I must ask why? 

They will not answer.

Do you want to hurt me, or someone else?

Still not a response.

They just continue to point the cold steel tunnel of death at me.

Never faltering in his decision.

Our fathers have been preparing for quite a while.

I look into the cold steel tunnel of death wondering if it will hurt.

I'm not the only one on the hit list.

Many more will be shot, poisoned, or starved to death. 

They don't care for your excuses.

Only those who can pay their way to the top will live.

Us who cannot, do not last long.

They tell our families a different story.

But it is always for the same selfish reasons.

Money; Power; Lust. 

There are no exceptions.

They will tell you something else. 

But you cannot believe them.

Our fathers will tell you whatever they need to justify their sins.

These fathers have lost their way much long ago.

It all started the day the separated from their parents for the same reason we are mad at them for.

Some say we become the things we despise.

I agree.

They've become askew from their just ideals.

Nothing can change this.

It will continue till they fall.

Some think they will never fall.

I disagree.

It's much closer than you would ever think.

They are slipping, succumbing to the sickness.

Madness, distress, sickening, condemnation.

They don't know this is what they've been asking for.

They are blind.

Walking forward blinded.

Painting black, thinking it is white,

Condemnation follows close.

Biding it's time with unequivocal patience 

The ambiguous actions of the "ascenders" will be our representation. 

Change

You stand here asking me the hypothetical,
I stand here, to tell you the truth.
You stand here wanting to know more,
When I tell you, you know nothing.
Your best understanding was cruel joke told to you by society.
I'm telling you,
it is not true.
It's time for you to she'd off these asinine fallacies you falsely accept to be true.
You should know,
I don't say this to you be maniacal,
I'm saying this to you, because for you to know the truth.
The inconsistencies in this life are due to characters sucks as yourself.
But unfortunately, people like you are necessary.
You are need so that others can rise against you.
This isn't fate, and you won't always be bested,
But what I will tell you,
 Is you are not going to like the final outcome.
It results with you falling.
It resolves itself with you one the ground and people laughing over you.
I do not believe in fate.
I do not believe in karma.
What I believe makes far more sense.
I also don't believe this is how it must terminate.
I do not believe in fate.
I think you can change your ways.
I won't always be easy,
But the doesn't make it impossible.
Stop thinking your bad decisions decide who you are for life.
Things do change.
Be the thing changing.

Manifestation

Terrifying sounds,
Mixed with the serenity of death,
The beauty of war.
The calming bath of blood.
Swimming and holding your breath under the pool of men.
These are the simple joys of war.
Finding your target,
Taking Aim, "hmmmm what would be fun to see decimated this time?"
Locking in, "this should entertaining"
Firing,
Watching,
Connecting,
The cold sadistic laughing of war slipping from my teeth.
Seeing the disintegration of his neck,
The falling of his head.
It temps me.
The sweet taste of death.
The tranquil sounds of those screaming and crying around my decapitated kill.
You can see the men beginning to look,
Looking for his murderer,
They don't get much time to look,
I continue cutting down their ranks.
Nothing can stop me from finishing what I've started.
It's riveting really,
Viewing the beauty of my destruction.
Memorized by the beauty,
I almost missed the three men moving onto my hidden position.
It was a nice try, I must admit.
Unfortunately,
No one has the ability to take my life but my own two hands, and right now,
I'm having much to fun taking theirs.
They didn't make it but five feet closer before all three had shattered knees.
Soon they had holes in their hands,
Making it much too hard to shoot at me.
I'll leave them there for later;
Everyone needs a trophy.
Their isn't many of them left.
I take out each of them one by one.
My lips creeping up higher and higher and higher and higher and higher.
The number of those standing becoming lower, and lower, and lower.
My leader told my I've lost my sanity,
I don't agree;
I know exactly where it is.
I pushed it back to the farthest thought of my conscious.
Those who've lost their sanity are much too stupid to accomplish what I have.
I know where my sanity is,
I just decided to stop listening to it.
There is not a single soul standing alive anymore.
I take to my feet,
My original statement holds its authenticity.
I am the reaper taken form.
I am the nightmare you push to the back of your conscious.
I am your demise.
I am you thoughts taken shape.
I am real.
I may not be alive, but I step forward and kill just the same.
I am what you thought was unnecessary.
I am; a necessity.
You think me not?
Then show me.
Show me this world you speak of.
This earth we live on calls me necessary.
If you can't show me a world with out me, make this world find it unnecessary.
Many have tried.
None have succeeded.
You wonder why?
Because not enough around them followed their example.
You live in the country that has done many unspeakable things, but is younger than almost all the others.
You young, arrogant "sovereign state."
How much longer do you think you will last?
You are burning yourselves to the ground.
Don't you look down upon suicide?
You accuse me of hypocrisy?
You must be lunatics.
I would love to end my reign,
But you give me no other options.
I am just as easily destroyed as I am manifested.

Unprepared

You dream your future;
I see your disasters.
You picture the perfect life;
I delineate the one you will live.
You create a map to happiness;
I change the directions.
You wish for glory;
I hand you folly.
You aspire for greatness;
I pity your failure.
This is the inevitability of life, your life.
The ending of your fairy tales.
You get to walk into this reality unprepared.

Life

Life is filled with inevitable destruction.
The disappearing decimation,
followed by the cleansing;
Simplistic ends to the problems of the meek.
Serene endings to a disaster;
What humans consider devastating.
To what end must they go?
Must it be scorched onto the forehead of each sibling?
When will they reach their destination?
The correct answer; intangible.
Just as intangible as they say heaven and their teacher is.
Intangibility described so different then before.
Spanning humans horizons while releasing all  that used to be true.
Opening the book and spitting out the old words.
Humans hearing but no listening,
Seeing, but no longer absorbing.
Humans "YOLO ing" but no longer living.
Carpe Diem for the stupid.

Untitled

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
There's something you should know,
I love you.
These roses I have for you mean nothing compared to how much I really love you.
These violets may look beautiful, but they're nothing compared to the beauty that radiates from you.

Roses are red,
Tulips are yellow,
Let's lay low looking at a rainbow in a beautiful meadow.
To lay with you is my only wish
A kiss,
From your euphonious lips is just music to my mind.

These roses stay red,
While violets stay blue,
I watch you as you watch the sky,
Your eyes enveloped on a cloud
All I can think of is how beautiful you look,
I'm proud,
Proud to say you're mine.
Proud to say I have the red roses and  blue violets for you.

I'm Not a Love Poet.

I'm not much of a love poet;

But I can't help but think of you every time I write!

I can't help but think of your beautiful blue eyes!

When I'm with you,

I begin to rise, 

Being able to see everything through a different lens.

When I'm with you,

Time and space bends. 

When I'm with you, 

Everything else in my life becomes irrelevant.

Because I know I can look to you for comfort.

I know that you'll be there to tell me it's okay. 

The way you think of me,

Lets me put my past away.

So I can look forward 

To everyday I spend with you.

I'm not much of a love poet,

And this poem might suck but,

I just wanted to let you know, 

I'm forever yours.

My feeling for you will never change.

No Rain nor storm,

Nor house, nor range. 

I love you,

Je t'aime, 

As I'm known to say.

Je vous adore.

Welcome to Hell

Inhale to escape
The fire of rape,
Clouding your eyes,
With brilliant disguise,
Demons laughing at the joke,
Hiding in the smoke.
Mocking me,
Taunting me,
I cannot breathe,
Demons, looking with seethe.

You can hear them;
Feel them,
Yet, never touch them.

Sadistic, Masochistic,
Rising, Thriving,
I cannot breathe,
You cannot breathe.

Demons glaring,
You cannot help but feel their staring,
Eyes that blink, on the brink,
Of victory.

Decimation, Placation,
Minds, Combine,
To make one,
Hell.

Greeted by a Jackal,
With a Cackle,
That sends shivers down your
now broken spine,
With one simple line;
Welcome to hell.

Breathe, I dare you.
You haven't got a clue,
do you?

The second you take a breath
You grab for you neck,
On your broken spine.
Listening to the cackle
Of the Jackal,
and that one line:
Welcome to hell.

Get used to it,
You have an eternity.

We wrote poems about someone else in the class, This is mine about a friend named Shelby

Tell them that I am Shelby Lynn Matsch.

Me, no one else but myself.

Tell them that no one will ever be like Shelby,

I am unique and my own person.

Explain to them that I live in a 2 bedroom house with 5 people,

It gets really, really crowded sometimes.

Explain to them how I have always lived there,

It has so many amazing memories.

Imply how important it is to have respect,

Those without aggravate me.

Imply how bad it is to chew gum with your mouth open

Why? Because it’s disrespectful… and just plain gross.

Write that if I ruled the world I would help those in need,

Single mothers could use a lot of help and so many others.

Write that my favorite holiday is Labor Day,

Families can get together right before the school year starts.

Describe how I was bullied in 7^th grade,

I was fine at first but, after a while you start to believe what they say.

Describe how my favorite quote is “Don’t cry because it’s over smile because it happened”

I survived the bullying and I’m proud of that =)

Talk about how I want to be a psychologist,

Getting to know about the mind and how it works sounds like fun.

Talk about how my favorite movie is Beauty and the Beast ,

People changing for love, it’s a great message.

Declare that I am Shelby Lynn Matsch.

Me, no one else but myself.

Declare to  them that no one will ever be like Shelby,

I am unique and my own person.

Light of the World

There's a bin with a light glow under,
The rest of the room is very dark.
When you lift up the bin,
It's like looking at a healthy green tree under its bark.
Alive, Prosperous, beautiful,
Why should it be hidden?

Bark has a purpose;
A light under cover does not.
A tree without bark would rot;
While a light without cover would do a better job.
A tree without bark dies;
A light without cover stops the cries.

A tree with bark can live;
A light under cover cannot give.
A tree with bark is beautiful;
A light under cover is regretful.
A tree with bark is blessed;
A light under cover is useless.

A tree is gorgeous;
So are our lights.
Our lives should be luminous.
Trees don't hide their beauty;
Why should our light be?
We are the light of the world;
Don't stay in the darkness.

My family and I went to dinner a little while ago at a pizza restaurant, and my cousin and I thought our waitress was really nice and very attentive so we wrote her this "Love Poem" as just like a little joke and for fun. Shout out to my Cousin Cade!!

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Thanks for the rootbeer,
And the pizza too.

Your graceful blonde hair,
Rids me of despair,
Like life without care.
And the pizza too.

Your beautiful brown eyes,
You're an angel in disguise,
Dolphins make me think of you
 And the pizza too.

Your refills are speedy,
When our thirst is needy,
Will you marry me Jessica,
And the pizza too.

Control

I was a misunderstood kid.


I was about to blow the lid.


Not making one good decision.


Messing up with perfect precision.


But, what I've realized,


Is that it's really hard to mess up with great friends.


People who truly don't care about stupid trends


People who don't let me become a wreck.


Friends who keep me in check.


These are what my friends are like.


How about yours?


Are they helping you to make good decisions,


Or pushing you to make the bad ones?


Are you letting them?


It's time to take a look at your life.


Look,


If you're not in control,


Take back the role.


Stop handing people the wheel!


It's time for you to drive!


Take back your life.


Become stronger through the strife.


Get rid of the bad, and the sad.


It's time to fix your life.

When we were born.

What if when we were born,

You received a blank canvas that changed with your actions?
One simple painting that described who you really are?

What would you do with your painting?


Would you put it out for all those to see,


Or keep it in hiding?


Would it be a beautiful work of art full of light,


Or a demented look at the future blight?


Maybe something you try to hide in your closet?


Or of you looking similar to a prophet?


Is this painting something you're proud of?


Could someone look at it and see love,


Or are you filled with hatred?


What in your life makes the painting hideous?


Why do you think you can't change?


What is it you need to rearrange?


Look at your painting;


It will tell you what's wrong,


What you need to fix.


Don't worry,

They don't play any tricks.

There's a pain in my stomach, and my heart.
No, not by a girl. not by a friend,
But someone much closer to me.
I've heard a saying 'the people closest to you will hurt you the most so just make sure they're worth the tears.'
I never really did understand it.
I don't think I ever will.
But for some reason the ones closest to me LOVE, 
Toying with all of my most important emotions,
Tearing out my stomach and everything near it.
They think it's fun to see the blood as it spit.
I'm not sure if i can take another hit.
I'm not sure if I should walk away, or stay and fight.
Where does love and hatred cross?
Love and hatred are supposed to be polar opposites.
Not the way I have seen them.
Based on what I've seen,
Sometimes it's even possible to switch the two words and get the SAME exact point across.
Why is it that we sometimes tell the ones we love, that we hate them?
Why?

This Is Personal.

This is no longer about the people around me your hurting.
This isn't about you making these people cry.
This is certainly not about you never shutting your damn mouth.
No, this is personal.


This is about talking to me with your disrespectful crap.
This is about me, becoming absolutely fed up with your high and mighty tomfoolery.
This is me saying your cynical idiocy, is debilitating. 
This, is personal.


Your terrible inconsistencies between version 1 and version 2 of stories are just down right confusing.
Your constant yelling at everything and anything is useless. We don't take you serious anymore.
If you want your words to mean something you need to slow the hell down! Think you imbecile.
This is personal.


I don't think I need to explain to you how little I care for you.
I don't need to explain to you that I'm tired of seeing you; hearing you, and don't forget smelling you.
I most certainly don't need to explain to you my detester for you.
This is personal.


You need to stop thinking you have any control over me.
You need to stop thinking your opinion matters.
You need to stop thinking you have importance.
This is personal.


This is no longer about your expendable life.
No, this is about me wanting you gone.
Your absence would be very much appreciated.
I don't think I should have to tell you again.
You need to stop thinking anyone needs you.
This is personal.

War

Chaos,
A bomb is no longer out of place in this destruction.
Piercing yells, horrifying bullets flying towards you.
Can they even remember what it's about?
Blatant disregard,
Do they realize we're here too?
No winner.
It's becoming a waste of every ones time.
Prelude to depression,
Why do you need to win?
It won't make you feel better.
Just the opposite.
Dysfunctional bullcrap 
For some reason I stay quiet.
It's nothing like me.
Something just makes me sit there.
It's like I'm being mocked by my own soul.
The world around seems to be rotting like an old apple.
Things seem to be different from before.
life became cold
You can see the earth turning to mold.
It's time to restore the old.

Time is running out.
We need to stop immediately.
While I'm still here.
Won't be much longer.
But, If it stays like this,
I may not come back again
Sometimes I feel like when I try,
 I'm hit with a freight train.
Who wants to come back to that?
Where you constantly feel like scat.
Sometimes even without reason.
Desperate need of change.
Before I move out of range.
I don't want to be in chains.
Be stuck outside, as it rains.
Normally I love the rain.
But just the idea of that ridiculous cliche,
gets on my nerves.
We're beginning to take a curve;  no time to stop.
Our life depends on this cliche not happening.
The world is deteriorating,
Not of global warming.
But from something that makes real sense.
Anger,.
War,
Things never described as a folk lore.

Try Later

Late Nights,
Strong coffee,
Extraordinary heights.
Thinking just of me.
Preposterous walls
Long detour,
Heavy halls
See myself down to the core,
Running,
Writing,
Thinking,
Enigmas.
Incognito,
Disappearing to dust,
Sort of like Bushido.
Iron turning to rust.
Cognizance.
Who knows what that means?
Life put on clearance.
Falling apart like your seams.
Fixable?
Maybe,
Man is unreliable
Try again later.

Island

I know of an island,
An island where ships nor planes could ever find,
It can take many shapes from a desert to Iceland.
The people could be evil or quite kind.
This island is one of a kind.


You want to set something aflame?
This is your time, 
No need for shame.
You like money?
everything you could want even that house made of honey.
Pirates monkeys and bombs,
How do you feel about ping pong?


A boy thought to himself: "Sounds like a blast, this island!
The one where no ship nor plane could find,
It could be like a desert or Iceland.
The people won't be evil, I like the kind.
but if no plane nor ship can spot it, how could I? 
Unless of course it shined."


Well that's the beauty of it!
A plane or ship might not see it but the island is still a hit!
So there must be another way!
Because I go there just about everyday!
I swim with the megalodons,
Gosh! nothing could go wrong!


""Yes!" The boy said. "Where is this amazing island
The one no plane or ship could find?
The one I've decided shouldn't be a desert but instead like Iceland!
The one with no evil! Just the kind."


You try to look when you shouldn't,
You could find it even if you're blind!
The island where I go to concerts every night to see Nirvana play!
I bet you'd like to know the way!
The island where I can watch Pearl Jam.
Damn this island is a slam!


The boy said again, "Yes! What a beautiful island!
Please where is it? the one hidden from every plane and ship but not from the blind.
Where you can feel the beautiful green of Iceland.
Where I would like no evil make sure to leave the kind."


Well my friend.
Your look has come to an end!
You can stop looking for the beautiful green and all the kind.
This island is your creative mind.

Hey Father.

Hey father, how have you been?
I haven't seen you in a while.
I can see being a father isn't quite your style.
What is it this time? Jail?


Hey father, how long do you think you'll be?
I'm getting tired of waiting.
My heart is deflating.
I thought you were beginning to see


Hey father, will this be the last time?
I want to you to become a better man;
You for once need to do the best you can
I'm done with this petty crime.


Hey father, it's time to get your act together.
I need your help to grow.
I need you to do more than just put on a show.
Your life is beginning to look like dried leather.


Hey father, I want you to be in my life.
I'm tired of this absence feeling
I miss you, there's a need for healing.
I feel my brain in strife.


Hey father, please read this carefully,
It's time you really hear what I have to say.
The rope's beginning to fray.
If anyone were to look at you, you would have anything but a normalcy.